My wish for you this weekend: that you have lots of time to..
Huh?
Well, courtesy of Gawker, I bring you these fabulous photos of bygone times, when people seemed oh so happy and funloving.
For example, they seemed to take pleasure from the smallest little humdrum things:
“Look, honey, Saran wrap!!!! AND enough sandwiches to feed a small army!!! Whoo-hoo!”
Great and inexpensive transportation methods…
“Hey gang! See how fun it is to drive to the ball game in these newfangled convertible thingies? But I’m wondering if I should have bought the pickup truck instead…”
Women enjoyed all sorts of exotic delights and pleasures not available to us today…
“Ooooooh! Fabulous pink shampoo! I think I’ll use that and then go out and order myself a big old Pink Lady!
“And maybe after five or six of those, I’ll meet a great guy who will want to stroke my silky smooth pink shampooed hair!”
Now, I know that they lacked certain creature comforts in that era, such as personal computers and TiVos. But hey, who needed the Internet when you could have a fancy dan car stereo?!
And 8 track technology to boot! Wow, man.
So, why not take a step back in time into the late 60s and have yourself some guid old fashioned fun?
I’ll even provide you with the step guide. Loud orange shirt not included though. Sorry.
Happy weekend!
Bespoke By Brouhaha 
I totally want one of those sandwiches. And that car. But I’d put sheep in it. Maybe they’d wear sunglasses. And we’d all sing. Or do the skate. Holy crap, that would rock.
I dated a guy in high school that had a Scout. It was fun to drive around in it because you just didn’t see that many of them, especially not in the 80s. His name was Scott…Scott in a Scout. Wonder what he did with his life…
Remember this was the time when men were men and girls were girls. Not as many choices which is good and bad.
No seatbelts, air bags but oh how I love those pictures.
So, here’s the real question: Have you tried the dance? It looks like a set of contortion exercises with great potential for bodily injury to me, but who am I to judge?
Love the comments!
And Batty, no, I haven’t yet tried the dance. I’m still trying to figure out how that woman could get her knee up so high while wearing a tight micro mini…
I prefer a Nash Metropolitan for my non airbag death trap thank you. Oooh, or a Volkswagen Thing, or Fastback!!
As for the dancing, forget the movement, I would rather be bitter and drinking in the corner.